Cienna's Amulet, A Christmas Romance (Raymara Barwil Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

and began digging clawed hands into Cienna and Miguel’s naked flesh. Miguel had been powerless and his cries of pain pierced Cienna’s heart. The heat had been faster to come this time and as she struck each of the pestriors, her ring glowing bright red, they had been instantly incinerated to ash and smoke.
     
    “You’re a handy sprig-gan to have around, you know…” smiled Miguel as they hurriedly re-dressed.
    “What is a sprig-gan when it’s at home?” Cienna smiled back, relieved that Miguel was unharmed.
    “A faery my dear… Now, we must hurry before more pestriors come along. We must stick to the motorway and stay out in the open with the other motorists.  Hurry! What would Joseph say if he knew we were having a sexual pause at the time of the attack? He’s trusted me with your life… and you saved me!” They jumped back in the car and continued their journey.
     
    Cienna was thoughtful. That attack had taught her that her anger was directly related to the force of the heat that she could generate. It was now obvious that the ring had a major something to do with the power that she now had. Damawyn, you knew this was going to happen...
     
    Now, as they stood holding hands, this all seemed like a lifetime ago. Cienna turned to Miguel, “I’m nervous about meeting my father. I’ve been so angry at him for so many years I don’t know how I’ll react. I’ve never even seen a picture of him.”
    “He’s a wise, generous and kind man Cienna. He’ll explain everything to you when you meet him. He took me in when I was only fourteen after my parents were taken by pestriors in Spain. I didn’t understand then...he was the one who told me about my faery heritage,” he said, his voice breaking.
     
    His eyes are filling with tears, I feel his pain.
    “Shh, it’s okay. I’m sure he had his reasons,” said Cienna gently, placing her arms around Miguel’s waist.
     
    Chapter 6
     
    “My dear, you are the last fire faery. Your mother was also a fire faery, she was killed by dark forces just after you were born. They have been trying to wipe faeries off the face of the earth since time began. Cienna, you need to know that I sent you away with your grandmother to protect you.”
     
    Joseph’s light grey eyes shone as he placed a hand on Cienna’s head. They were in his chamber, in the Castylly Sprig-gan, in the centre of Caer Sen Senana, an invisible land to humans, accessed by the faery-folk via Sennen Cove beach. He sat in a large mahogany throne-like chair,
     
    Cienna sat curled at his feet. She looked into her father’s face, drinking in his features recognising herself in the curve of his lips, the tilt of his nose. His curls were white and stopped at his shoulders but now she knew where she got some of her features from and she was fascinated to see herself in this man. She looked nothing like her Damawyn, who had been tall and fair haired, with larger more rounded facial aspects.
     
    “I am descended from the Dryad faeries. We live all over the world but originate in Celtic countries, we protect the trees but our element is air. The fire fairies are the most powerful. As long as we have a fire fairy in our midst, we can keep the pestriors at bay. You see, their aim is to make this earth barren, to destroy the trees, animals and upset the environment until the human race eventually dies out. They wish to take over this earth and raise up the spirits of their evil ancestors. We, the evolved faeries and our full faery ancestors before us have always existed to protect nature and its balance to keep the human race going.”
     
    Cienna nodded. She was exhausted and did not have the energy to speak.
     
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    About ten miles after her and Miguel had quitted Loggans Moor, her car had broken down some miles from the village of Sennen, where snow was falling lightly but steadily.
     
    They abandoned the car on a deserted roadside but were unable to find a taxi service that would take them even